Gates Of Olympus Background Novels & Stories

“You need to tell me if it speaks again.” She nodded, though she wasn’t sure she could keep that promise. By nightfall, they reached the edge of the gorge. The wind howled like a wounded thing, tearing at their cloaks. In the distance, through a haze of frost and shadow, they saw it and the next gate. It towered in the center of a vast, frozen lake, encased in translucent ice. Unlike the previous one, this gate burned faintly with blue fire beneath the surface, as if trapped between realms. The runes around it pulsed in slow, uneven rhythms and alive, but unstable.

Alpha Prince Saint Olympus is pacing in my head as we approach the gate at the border. I spot the black slick limousine on the other side of the gate with a female standing talking to the guard that's on the gate. I put the jeep into park and jumped out, walking towards the gate the female turns giving me a huge smile.

she says "Ok thank you I appreciate you passing on the message" I say then I turn and walk away heading to my magic class which is run by Olesis a descendant of Poseidon after all of my classes end for the day I walk out the doors of Olympus Academy in the Academy City of Athesea and teleport to the imperial Palace in Olympia the capital of the Empire The guards at the gate bow to me, "Welcome back, My Lady," they say, and I just nod and walk past them

With a determined smile, she followed Apollo through the forest. ***** Amerie followed Apollo to a mountain road deep in the forest. The sun had finally slipped below the horizon, coating the world in the purplish haze of dusk. A looming, intricate iron gate appeared ahead of them, part of a low brick wall. Armed guards sat at either side. They nodded at Apollo and opened the gate. He and Amerie passed through, and Amerie could feel their curious and hungry eyes on her. Her cheeks reddened slightly and she raised her head a little higher.

His first sight of the city gates confirmed that they had not been exaggerating. At first he simply took in the wonder. The massive gates were of highly polished timbers, strapped with ornate, heavy iron. The size alone made him realize that an immense amount of work had gone into their construction. What took his breath away, however, was that inset into each side of the gate was the image of a Dragon. Clearly representing the Guardians, the one on the left was composed of glittering quartz and pearl, scintillating in the growing daylight. He couldn’t begin to estimate the sheer amount of those elements were used to create the glorious silhouette. A flame of worked gold was inlaid issuing f

Ilyria, Miasma and Thassa paused at the iron and gold gates. The Gates of Perception they were called. Ilyria had never been this close to them. As a child she had been told they were enchanted. Any person wishing to see the Mogul had to pass the test of the Gates of Perception. Those who did not come with noble intentions would be incinerated as they passed through.

The sight was overwhelming—a sea of omegas encircling her, their eyes filled with jubilation and hope. The guards at the gates, bewildered by the sudden influx, turned to Malakai for direction. He stood at the top of the palace steps with a heavy heart, and gave a solemn, reluctant nod, permitting their departure. The gates creaked open, granting the throng their passage into freedom, while he remained a solitary figure, drowning beneath a sea of his own heartache.

Alex had not closed the doors after he entered the sanctuary, and the doors had automatically closed behind him. “Who’s out there?” Alex asked. “The puppet army that Phaseless has brought!” Mask… Well, Athena said. At the entrance of the sanctuary, countless puppets were frantically attacking the gates. Loud, earth-shattering noises thundered out from their assaults. However, the structure of the sanctuary was strong, the two massive bronze doors alone hundreds of meters high. The doors had an unimaginable thickness and weren’t made out of any ordinary bronze material. Divine power swirled on them, and they were carved with mysterious and complicated patterns. Images of the sun, moon, stars,

Enveloped in a dazzling light of blessing that twisted and bound us together, we were suddenly transported to a realm where the sky stretched endlessly above and the sea sprawled vast and unending below. It was as if we were standing on water, solidified beneath our feet, and before us stood three magnificent gates, their surfaces painted in the brightest of blues, shimmering under the sunlight. Each gate bore inscriptions at the top of its grand doors, etched in ancient text that I recognized immediately: "Present, past, future."

he said to her before they walked out. As it turned out, Dennis hadn't been exaggerating when he had called the division Olympus. It was, in fact, an Olympus. From what Megan could deduce from the chilly, seemly thin air that greeted them immediately they stepped out into the open, the building was actually constructed within a mountain to open at its top through the passageway they had taken. Everywhere she looked, bright blue afternoon sky stretched as far as she could see; a great silence reigning over the environment to be punctuated every few seconds by the sound of waves crashing against rocks below.